The little body of the boy! And it was then a further change came suddenly, both in her face and voice, and in the voice of Julius too.
That larger expression of some forgotten grandeur passed into her features, and she half sat up in the chair; there was a stiffening of the frame; resistance, power, an attitude of authority, replaced the former limpness. The moment was, for me, electrifying. Ice and fire moved upon my skin.
She opened her lips to speak, but no words were audible.
“Look close—and tell me,” came from Julius gravely.
She made an effort, then shrank back a little, this time raising one arm as though to protect herself from something coming, then sharply dropping it again over the heart and body.
“I cannot see,” she murmured, slightly frowning; “they stand so close and ... are ... so splendid. They are too great ... to see.”
“Who—what—are they?” he insisted. He took her hand in his. I saw her smile.
The simple words were marvellously impressive. Depths of untold memory stirred within me as I heard.
“Powers ... we knew ... so long ago.”
Some ancient thing in me opened an eye and saw. The Powers we evoked came seeking an entrance, brought nearer by our invitation. They came from the silent valley; they were close about the building. But only through a human channel could they emerge from the spheres where they belonged.